After beheading this false messenger, we calmly remark, Thats what happens to those who venture into the sacred land of Tir. I gesture and the Illusion of the heads fade. He, I gesture at the head on a pike was a jotie spy/mage, they would not dare to show up in force here, so they sent an illusionist to create this sham. A hawk lands on my shoulder and says, "all is in readiness my Lord, the foolish giants are a broken and rotten force." I remark, those fools, I gave them the chance to return to their homes in peace. Send their widows the non-valuable dross that their bodies leave...I turn and return to the lab...
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